A young boy survives a massacre that claims the lives of his parents and grows up in hiding, planning his revenge on the power-hungry Council who ordered the killings.
The lights are never off in that kingdom upon the hill
They shine everlasting over streets that cannot see them
and cry out for something more beyond a voice in the dark...
I remember you and I out wondering what ocean that was
We opened a bottle, ready to toast death
And out poured starlight with no end
So we caught it in our glasses and drank...
When the door closed she showed me
What was hidden behind her back
A handful of fire that lit the walls with shadow
And bathed our faces in twilight...
There was a time when doorways opened onto new dimensions
Far away from a reality slow to change
Dark stairwells granted passage to slow horror
Seeping between truth and dreams, melting them into one...
The world comes through as reflections on glass
And I wonder what those on the other side see
If anyone exists in the room beyond the window
Longing as I do to step off the ledge...
From atop the highest tower in the city
You can imagine that, far off on the horizon,
The fires of the battlefield are just visible
As reflections of stars uncaring on the world below...
The faces seem all too close together
Muddled against a thousand streaks of color
Voices overlapping, waves in the sea
Calm sky over streets longing to live...